by Lazu
Death was constant. Through time, through love and even endings. He wished everyone a farewell but how does a constant deviate to wish for a farewell? A Witch, A Saint and A Cat: memories of the past vivid like scenes in a film, he wondered, if Death could die? So, he took the hand of the woman in scarlet dress on Earth. A leap of faith to bring him back to the past in the future; a world he curiosly knows but the mutual knowledge doesn’t exist. The world where in the fleeting memories of the ethereal life, shone brightest with the most special of memories that he can never forget. Will Death knows his end here?
